{"kind":"task","effective_mode":"full","benchmark":{"kind":"benchmark","effective_mode":"full","slug":"musr","formal_name":"MuSR","introduction":"MuSR poses multistep soft reasoning problems over algorithmically generated narratives. It has three domains — murder mysteries, object placements and team allocation — and this catalogue imports the murder-mystery set.","introduction_ja":"","introduction_en":"","category":"Category not supplied","task_count":null,"acquisition_status":"Acquisition status not supplied","official_url":"https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/","indexing_mode":"noindex","profile":{"resources":[],"task_format":"","scoring":"","metric":"","size":"","answer_access":"","license":"","citation":"","maintainer":"","released":"","why_hard":"","related":[]}},"task_id":"5bb57842-a146-5a43-a25e-099435ea7b33","task_key":"default--murder~5fmysteries--5bb57842-a146-5a43-a25e-099435ea7b33","task_revision_id":"1","upstream_id":"","short_description":"Who is the most likely murderer?","config":"default","split":"murder_mysteries","body":"{\"choices\":\"['Timothy', 'Adam']\",\"narrative\":\"In the midst of neon lights and the scent of plastic, Detective Winston finds himself investigating a chilling case: Eugene, bludgeoned to death with a nunchaku in a laser tag arena, with only Timothy and Adam as the potential culprits.\\n\\nWinston held his cup of lukewarm coffee under his nose, the faint aroma mingling with the fresh smell of ink on the photos in his hand. Timothy, smiling, pushing through a crowd at the local laser tag arena, cheeks flushed from excitement in one, poised to score a point in another. A slapdash collage of an otherwise rather mundane event that had turned fatal.\\n\\nEugene had made quite a bit of fuss about the event in a recent tweet that came to Winston's memory, \\\"Thrilled to have my dear friend and talented novelist Timothy join in our laser tag match next week!\\\" \\n\\nOne week before this fatal match, Winston recalled his shock when he learnt that Eugene had updated his insurance policy. The timing suddenly seemed sinister in retrospect. Well, that week, the one that had passed, and suddenly the photos of Timothy looking happy, even enthusiastic, took on a dark tone. Images of Timothy registering his name for the event passed his mind.\\n\\nUnsettling was the sheer amount of Eugene's insurance payout that Winston had stumbled upon. The number next to Timothy's name on the updated policy was massive, a windfall capable of mollifying anyone's financial struggles. And last time he checked, Timothy had his share of those.\\n\\nWinston idly wondered if Timothy had sweat off his anxiety during his weekly martial arts class. Had Timothy been ramping up his normal routine, given the abundance of textbooks and training manuals that Winston had seen at Timothy's apartment during an earlier visit? \\n\\nSetting aside that train of thoughts, Winston remembered how his eyebrows had arched when he had realized Eugene had added Timothy on his updated insurance policy. The troubling image of the man in the photos, nunchaku in hand, in a laser tag arena was threading an unsettling narrative through Winston's mind. Perhaps he'd taken the martial arts fascination a step too far? Or had too much of a stake in a possible payout from an insurance policy? \\n\\nWinston recalled his earlier conversation with Timothy. \\\"So, you're quite the laser tag enthusiast,\\\" he'd mentioned casually. \\\"Yeah, Eugene and I played quite frequently,\\\" Timothy had replied, a mixture of sadness and an undercurrent of something else Winston couldn't quite place, tainting the response, \\\"we were supposed to team up at this event too. In fact, I've already signed up.\\\"\\n\\nWith a tired sigh, Winston looked again at the photos. Timothy, at the event, right where he was expected to be. The mystery was not about where, rather it was about why. He took one last sip from his rapidly cooling coffee, his thoughts turning towards the next step of his investigation.\\n\\nIn the muffled fluorescent light of the zoo's administrative office, Winston could just see hanging behind opened envelopes and fading photographs, a colorful poster advertising themed nunchaku sticks for sale at the gift shop in the lobby. In the meantime, his eyes watched Adam, today's suspect, who sat uncomfortably in his chair.\\n\\nAdam was not just an employee but the owner of the zoo, a responsibility passed down to him from generations of family business. Currently though, he was fidgeting with a pair of nunchaku, a martial arts weapon he frequently practiced with during breaks at the zoo. Even more peculiar, some of the staff had confirmed spotting Adam purchasing those very nunchaku from the zoo gift shop. His fascination with martial arts, it seemed, didn't just end at practicing forms but extended to owning the paraphernalia too.\\n\\nThe office was a small place, cozy but not private. Winston suspected that the rest of the zoo staff would have easy access to this space. Adam's desk, overloaded with paperwork, had an open drawer revealing some ticket stubs and travel documents. Winston noted this silently, deciding to ask Adam about his recent trips. However, as expected from his rather secretive body language, Adam’s responses were evasive and noncommittal. He became particularly agitated at the mention of his travels.\\n\\nBefore Winston could push any further about the travels, he noticed a thick file tucked away at the corner of the table. It was stamped \\\"Evidence\\\" and it contained multiple safety violation notices issued to Adam's zoo. The named complainant in most was the deceased, Eugene.\\n\\nAdam's body seemed to tighten at the mention of Eugene, and his fraught reaction to the heated argument they had over safety concerns was palpable. But behind his weariness, he still managed to ethnically dismiss these allegations.\\n\\nThere was no overt mention of the nunchaku made by Adam, perhaps he saw no relevance in disclosing it. But Winston could read between the lines. From the way Adam toyed with his martial art's weapon to the sighting of him purchasing it from the gift shop, to the tickets for the town sports center, which had a schedule coinciding with the zookeeper animal feeding times. The dots were momentarily connecting in Winston's head, but he retained his poker face. He stood up, thanked Adam, and prepared to leave.\\n\\nAs he walked towards the exit of the administrative office, he turned back to look once more at Adam, who was striking a helpless posture under the banner of family heritage that hung behind him. It was clear that this case had just gotten more intriguing.\",\"question\":\"Who is the most likely murderer?\"}","display_format":"text","language":"","answer_status":"published","assets":[],"source_url":"https://zayne-sprague.github.io/MuSR/","history":"initial import","indexing_mode":"noindex","subproblems":[],"grids":[]}